I’m not sure what it is, but there’s been a draw from the very start. A tether. His frosty disposition and crass words weren’t enough to deviate me from the crackle in the air every time he’d glance my way with his penetrative green eyes. Every time our skin would brush, I’d feel it. Every time he’d say my name, I’d feel it. Some things can’t be explained. Some things just are.
